Abhinanda The Preacher Lyrics

So we were the kids growing up without a guide,
Sitting with the TV on conidering suicide,
And I interpret Bob`s telling us that God`s,
No longer on our side.
Well who is he and who am I to tell you anything,
All I want is a girl to say "I`ll wear your ring".
Yeah I know what hell is, a place without Elvis,
And the voice with which he sings.

The simplicity of the pen and the paper
can make the world follow like a tune played by the pied piper.

Now we batter up, gonna play with your head We batter up to play with your head,
Reevaluate all the things that you`ve read
We batter up to play with your head.

Dreamers do what they`re always done,
And this night has only just begun,
With the inflicted pain, by our hero Wayne,
They say he`s first with his gun.
We changed the world or ourselves at least
But we never proclaimed to be high-priests.
We sacrificed, our own lives,
And we`re the only ones who seem pleased.